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[COLOR=#b12e2e]"Ugh..."[/color]

Nadijah supposed she was in luck the damn roof was so low; if she'd tumbled down from one of the towers back home, she'd hurt far more than her ass and her pride. As things were, the latter seemed to be the most bruised of all. At least no one was around to witn--

The sound of footsteps alerted her to someone's presence, and immediately the warrior shifted in her horribly uncomfortable lying position to reach for a blade. Shit. Someone'd heard her. [i]Of course[/i] someone'd heard her, she must've woken up half the damn neighbourhood - and the cucco she startled the other half.

Nadijah could see someone at the edge of her falling - and now effectively [i]hiding [/i]- place, though she wasn't sure how much they could see of her. The darkness was her oldest ally.

As the stranger spoke, she realized he was a voe. Ugh. Figures.

[COLOR=#b12e2e]"If you know what's best for you, you won't,"[/color] Nadijah hissed in answer, trying to shift so that she could get herself out of the damn barrel. Her legs were up in the air, parallel with her head, and all moving did was shake the entire container. Her back was stuck. [COLOR=#b12e2e]"Do I look like I need help, voe?!"[/color] Another round of wiggling, leading to more barrel shaking. If the stranger were to look into the barrel properly however, they would see the tall, redheaded woman was quite literally armed to the teeth, holding onto a scimitar even as she tried to make her escape from the confines of the barrel.

[COLOR=#b12e2e]"Don't you-- [i]dare [/i]answer that."[/color]

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